Dead You Say?

Dead you say?
Destroying my glad
With this eternal trembling 
Dead you say? 

Fifteen years young
Perfect woman in the making 
Loud even when she Whispers 
Dead you say? 

No! Not behind her father 
Or ahead of her mother 
Not before graduation 
But the edge of womanhood? 

Let me sit down a spell
To adjust my tears and smile 
When can I view her one last time
Dead you say? 

I'm grandma for sure
And know what's in store 
Her calling is in God for sure
Smile, dead you say?